[ he scoffs at that, a puff from between his teeth. ]
He didn't tell me anything. I make my own choices. If he wants me to be loyal, he's gonna have to earn it. Until then, I'm gonna use them. They're sure as hell using us.
[ as radical as the shift in surroundings has been, his own mindset is largely unchanged. He's lost. This world has nothing to do with him, outside of being where he's suddenly ended up, and his interest in it begins and ends at its relevance to his "real life" - the one he had on Earth. Johnny can't bring himself to care about lofty concepts like the value of existence or the fate of all worlds when the tiny matters of finding ways to move from point A to point B or feeding his horse or seeing his best friend's stupid smile again weigh on him much more heavily. He won't pretend it's honorable, or even ethical. But, similar to pride, honor has rarely done much for him.
It's clearly different for Hayame. Whatever world she came from led her to cling to her honor and her pride for dear life. Even without knowing the specifics, it's easy enough for him to understand why she'd be left in the middle here, bereft of the systems that held her up before and between two sides that seem equally just. Understanding, however, is a far cry from supporting. It's idealistic, he thinks. ]
... You don't have to justify your own survival. That's all I'm saying.
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He didn't tell me anything. I make my own choices. If he wants me to be loyal, he's gonna have to earn it. Until then, I'm gonna use them. They're sure as hell using us.
[ as radical as the shift in surroundings has been, his own mindset is largely unchanged. He's lost. This world has nothing to do with him, outside of being where he's suddenly ended up, and his interest in it begins and ends at its relevance to his "real life" - the one he had on Earth. Johnny can't bring himself to care about lofty concepts like the value of existence or the fate of all worlds when the tiny matters of finding ways to move from point A to point B or feeding his horse or seeing his best friend's stupid smile again weigh on him much more heavily. He won't pretend it's honorable, or even ethical. But, similar to pride, honor has rarely done much for him.
It's clearly different for Hayame. Whatever world she came from led her to cling to her honor and her pride for dear life. Even without knowing the specifics, it's easy enough for him to understand why she'd be left in the middle here, bereft of the systems that held her up before and between two sides that seem equally just. Understanding, however, is a far cry from supporting. It's idealistic, he thinks. ]
... You don't have to justify your own survival. That's all I'm saying.